Help me to save my family

‏From October 7th until now, my family and I have been displaced, moving from one place to another. We first left on the first day to a school in the north, then escaped from bombardments to Salah al-Din School in Gaza. My family, including my mother, father, and siblings, suffered for two weeks from a lack of water and food, and high prices. We then relocated from the central Gaza Strip to the south, to Nuseirat, where we endured a month and a half of hardship. My child's needs for food and diapers were beyond normal levels. My greatest concern was for him, as he had never experienced much in life and lacked adequate immunity. I had no job or opportunity to support them, relying only on UNRWA aid. Due to constant movement and exposure, diseases spread widely, and my child was frequently treated with antibiotics and painkillers. He has not lived a normal childhood and has grown up in an overcrowded and unhealthy environment, having moved from the north at just 3 months old. Now, he is a year and two months old and has never experienced a normal life, with his rights largely ignored.

‏We then moved to Rafah and, as usual, faced the challenges of living in tents, poor hygiene, and extreme heat for three months. Nights in the tents were unsettling, and as my child grew, his needs increased. I attempted to start a small stall to meet our daily needs, but luck was not on our side due to the Israeli occupation. I also could not use my car due to the high fuel costs. The market, known as "Soudah Market," was only accessible to the wealthy or those with support. We continue to cook and work using firewood, which is also very expensive.

‏We were forcibly displaced again from Rafah to Deir al-Balah, where we faced new difficulties due to the limited space. The city was overcrowded with displaced people, to the point where we had to live in a classroom with multiple families. The lack of medical supplies and hygiene led to increased skin diseases and polio. Despite our efforts to make our living space suitable, we were unsuccessful due to the lack of appropriate space and resources. I no longer have the financial means to relocate again.

‏I am a 28-year-old man, married with a newborn child. I worked for a company in our sector and owned a home with my wife. She was completing her final semester at university, and our child, Bassam, lived in a 200-square-meter house. I also owned a car. I was living a comfortable and happy life, striving to become stable with my family, and thinking about how to be a good father and provide a suitable environment for my child, my wife, and myself. I provided all their needs, including food, milk, and diapers. I was close to complete stability, having almost cleared my debts and car installments, but luck was not on my side. My car was rendered unusable, and then came the fateful day of October 7th. Since then, we have been suffering. The first news I received was that my house had been completely burned and destroyed. Now, I am left without a home, work, safety, stability, or a decent life. Neither the place is my place nor the time is my time.

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